Like pathetic worms we crawl through the scorched earth Searching for our fallen souls from the deserts of propaganda Our inner selves devoured by illusion of murdering greed Somewhere bleeding in the twisted nails of earths voulture breed Distant smile in a bloodstained mirror, waiting destruction overhead to Come... Human plague that we breathe
Deciderium prosequitor amicorum O quantum est i rebus inane For it is a dream of the end Of darkness and eternity Perfect desolation Life that disapered from it's form Everlasting void in never fading vacuum Total emptiness... The supreme of d**h In gasmasked earth predition We buried our corpses to the dunes of nothingness